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The fall is flung with hued delight, hung on trees in shivered night.
I can't comprehend,. With the heart that you lend,. So I'll use mine for,. A life that's pure,. I don't understand,. Your weak right hand,. So I'll use mine for an hour,. Because mine has some power,.
I dare you To dress the way you want to. I dare you To wear no make up for a whole day. I dare you To go up to your crush and kiss them. I dare you To stand up to anyone who tries to put you down.
Why does the rainbow get so much fuss. It's not like the colours are new. You can find them, after all, In other places too. Red in the flesh of a tomato, Red in the mark of a knife.
#fire #poetry. Once upon a time. In a land not far from here. Lived Willow the wizard. With perfect white hair. He had power beyond belief. And the wisdom to use it wise. He kept his magic to himself.
(W)e couldn't have been better suited, that was my initial belie(F). (A) mistake in judgment I now truly fee(L). (T)here is now a longing for temporary amnesi(A).
Democracy, hypocrisy they are obviously the same Leaders on top are still playing a dirty game Blaming the people ...come on this is so lame We are not numbers, we actually have a name Tired of...
Compose the light Fight back with, not at Love who the stars make u In return,just be Learn moon talk Watch me: here, now, I feel everything. Cherish the hope. Hope dies too.
*Sorry, it's a little complex and unconventional* An iris, cerulean blue. Rimmed with not-a-clue. A pupil oh-so-black. There's something it does lack. Retina of dreams. This one's not all he seems.
Warning!. Pretty dark piece highlighting those that self harm. My chest it's cut open and left exposed Do you not see that my heart has froze.
A slave Prostitution your career Abused and controlled by fear.... A slave Forced into labour whilst all the benefits others savour....
On the bing, bang, yike. I love a bit of Spike, And all the monkeys say so should you. There's a vase, a bin, a shed, Get his books. Get them read. He'll become your favourite too.
This is was my first, and thus far only, attempt at writing a sonnet. The sun hides its face from the winter dance As the sleeping sprites of cold fall to earth.
I've walked with death, I've walked in life, I've written fiction, I've become inks wife. Tell me your tales Tell me your dreams Let me make them immortal Let me stitch up those seams.
We met that day, For a reason. We still talk today, For a reason. I got your number, For a reason. I dream of you as I slumber, For a reason. Our friendship grew quickly, For a reason.
What do I know about love. I knew it when I saw you, I had it when I held you, I tasted it on your lips. The fire between our eyes, Only cooled by the chill down my spine when I heard your voice.
Three verses from the song 'Idioms@HingAling' Put the axe to my mind and the grind comes everyday suspicious motives I find at every corner I take, do I relate.....relay the hypothesis, can i trust...
You make me feel like everything will be okay. That you are here for me whatever time of the day. The feeling is mutual. My fun loving friend. Even if you do drive me round the bend.
I read the last message, You sent to me, every night. I ignore the tears of heart break, As I try to stay in the light. I read it over and over, Memorising your words.
When; A girl is in love you can see it in her smile When; A guy is in love you can see it in his eyes ** I like to write, it's not a sin. Though some pieces may have me in the looney bin.
Suffering a tummy ache, Hot water bottles ready. A mug of steaming hot chai tea, This soreness holding steady...
A moustache for movember, To support a worthy cause. Men's health the objective, To make us think and pause. So please could you support me, I'll post a pick or two.
I invented by the devil. R ight up there with cats. O nly sado masochists. enjoy it. N othing else I can say. about that. I hate it with a passion. N othing makes it sweet,.
Id love to write an amazing rhyme, Its not that I don't have the time, It's just that I have writers block, I can't get my brain to unlock.